Columnists

Non-adventures with a sofa-loving rescue pup.

If I were a car, what kind of car would I be?

When I wake from dreams, I feel quite peaceful, like the way I felt after my last colonoscopy.

I am happily a morning person, but birds tend to get annoying as the day goes on.

What we did in April 1985 at Columbia University was righteous. 

Two columns in one: from Palm Springs to NPR’s Uri Berliner.

Here on the narrow end of Long Island between the bays and the ocean, the chill lingers longer than elsewhere. Plant carefully.

When ubiquitous smartphones put a crimp in important proceedings.

To have order imposed on one who hasn’t been used to it, one who does not feel whole unless stacks of sports pages past surround him, can be traumatic.

This late winter and spring have been wet and wild.

“Government do take a bite, don’t she.”

Everything I understand about social class in America I learned at a farmers market summer job.